So smooth

Like a purée

Blended up and neatly placed on the tongue

To indulge

And enhance each taste bud

With flavor

With your flavor

A savory whisper

Followed by truffle oil

Encased with a garnish

That is the smirk you leave me with at the end of each sentence.

And glazed like butter on toast

Traveling a thousand miles into a memory

Lush with food and drink

Over a bar lacquered with a chocolate brown wooden stain.

With arms rested and sips from intoxication

Passing glances when the other isn’t aware but aware, always.

Nothing bitter to follow

After each sweetly satisfying moment

Catapults me to the forefront

Of something grown organically

Mutually

and somewhat sensitively.

Like that charcoal burn

On the vegetables

And the caramelized pearls of your eyes

That navigate me like the toss of garlic in a frying pan.

“It’s your mango I sip,”

Those truffles have me tumbling

Down neatly plated dishes

And you at the other end of the table.